tonight, the tides are rising;
and cold waves brush against my skin.
it makes me feel love.
it makes me feel loved,
as i drift away towards the sea.

i could feel your aqueous hand
trace its way up to my chest.
can you feel my lips
when you touch my heart
with words still left unsaid?

“do you love me?”
“do you still love me?”
as i inhale the salty water
and drink air as if it were my last.

my fingers extend towards lucent rays
as i plunge beneath the bitter depths.
does it love me?
does it still love me?
this gentle asphyxiation numbs my pain.

i close my eyes, and i could see you
beaming with a smile that was mine.
it says it loved me;
and now you’re happy.
while i’m here, all alone
fighting these air bubbles
fluttering out of my eyes.